envy is the only deadly sin that’s no fun for the sinner. this makes sadness seem more like a tradition.
December 3, 2025 at 2:41 AM
envy is the only deadly sin that’s no fun for the sinner. this makes sadness seem more like a tradition.
one way to live a life is to spend each moment asking forgiveness for the last. it seems to me the significance of remorse would deflate with each performance. better to sink a little into the earth and quietly watch life unfold.
December 2, 2025 at 11:41 PM
one way to live a life is to spend each moment asking forgiveness for the last. it seems to me the significance of remorse would deflate with each performance. better to sink a little into the earth and quietly watch life unfold.
We are learning so much so quickly. The sun is dying. The atom is reducible. The god-harnesses we thought we came with were just our tiny lungs.
December 2, 2025 at 8:40 PM
We are learning so much so quickly. The sun is dying. The atom is reducible. The god-harnesses we thought we came with were just our tiny lungs.
is there a vocabulary for this—one to make dailiness amplify and not diminish wonder?
December 2, 2025 at 5:41 PM
is there a vocabulary for this—one to make dailiness amplify and not diminish wonder?
we measure every victory by the momentary absence of pain.
December 2, 2025 at 2:41 PM
we measure every victory by the momentary absence of pain.
People die; people live. I have been laughing a great deal, this summer, and it has been so easy.
December 2, 2025 at 11:41 AM
People die; people live. I have been laughing a great deal, this summer, and it has been so easy.
I can hide in words so long as I scatter them through my body; to read your letters is to gather flowers from within myself, pluck a blossom here, a fern there, arrange and rearrange them in ways to suit a sunny room.
December 2, 2025 at 8:41 AM
I can hide in words so long as I scatter them through my body; to read your letters is to gather flowers from within myself, pluck a blossom here, a fern there, arrange and rearrange them in ways to suit a sunny room.
We treat the past as trellis, coax our vineyard through and around, and harvest is not a word for swiftness; the future harvests us, stomps us into wine, pours us back into the root system in loving libation, and we grow stronger and more potent together.
December 2, 2025 at 5:40 AM
We treat the past as trellis, coax our vineyard through and around, and harvest is not a word for swiftness; the future harvests us, stomps us into wine, pours us back into the root system in loving libation, and we grow stronger and more potent together.
“And then we’d be at each other’s throats even more.” Oh, petal. You say that like it’s a bad thing.
December 2, 2025 at 2:41 AM
“And then we’d be at each other’s throats even more.” Oh, petal. You say that like it’s a bad thing.
“Are you happy here?” I said at last.
He considered this for a moment. “Not particularly,” he said. “But you're not very happy where you are, either.”
He considered this for a moment. “Not particularly,” he said. “But you're not very happy where you are, either.”
December 1, 2025 at 11:41 PM
“Are you happy here?” I said at last.
He considered this for a moment. “Not particularly,” he said. “But you're not very happy where you are, either.”
He considered this for a moment. “Not particularly,” he said. “But you're not very happy where you are, either.”
And I felt lonely. I missed those voices. I missed the minds behind them. I wanted to be seen. That need dug into the heart of me.
December 1, 2025 at 8:41 PM
And I felt lonely. I missed those voices. I missed the minds behind them. I wanted to be seen. That need dug into the heart of me.
so if you see a ghost on the sidelines of your dreams, who am I kidding? you always saw through me
December 1, 2025 at 5:42 PM
so if you see a ghost on the sidelines of your dreams, who am I kidding? you always saw through me
I knew in that moment that was true and recognized that I would blaze through moments for the rest of my life, forgetting things, and becoming ages older, until I forgot everything—so I consoled myself by committing to remember that one moment.
December 1, 2025 at 2:40 PM
I knew in that moment that was true and recognized that I would blaze through moments for the rest of my life, forgetting things, and becoming ages older, until I forgot everything—so I consoled myself by committing to remember that one moment.
I like to think of light this way, dispensed in attaché cases to illuminate as needed.
December 1, 2025 at 11:42 AM
I like to think of light this way, dispensed in attaché cases to illuminate as needed.
Fortunately, geniuses understand that young men are often fools.
December 1, 2025 at 8:41 AM
Fortunately, geniuses understand that young men are often fools.
The things I’ve thought I’ve loved could sink an ocean liner, and likely would if given the chance.
December 1, 2025 at 5:42 AM
The things I’ve thought I’ve loved could sink an ocean liner, and likely would if given the chance.
Alone. I want to tell you about when I learned that word, really, with all of me. The reason I’m a tumbleweed, a dandelion seed, a stone rolling until she’s planted in place, then kicked up again.
December 1, 2025 at 2:41 AM
Alone. I want to tell you about when I learned that word, really, with all of me. The reason I’m a tumbleweed, a dandelion seed, a stone rolling until she’s planted in place, then kicked up again.
INT. HARTFIELD, EMMA’S ROOM - MORNING
After the maidservant has gone, she goes to the fire and, completely unself-consciously, lifts up her skirts to warm her bare bottom by the fire which is lit in the grate. A beat. She feels alone.
After the maidservant has gone, she goes to the fire and, completely unself-consciously, lifts up her skirts to warm her bare bottom by the fire which is lit in the grate. A beat. She feels alone.
November 30, 2025 at 11:41 PM
INT. HARTFIELD, EMMA’S ROOM - MORNING
After the maidservant has gone, she goes to the fire and, completely unself-consciously, lifts up her skirts to warm her bare bottom by the fire which is lit in the grate. A beat. She feels alone.
After the maidservant has gone, she goes to the fire and, completely unself-consciously, lifts up her skirts to warm her bare bottom by the fire which is lit in the grate. A beat. She feels alone.
“I miss you already,” he said. Tiger Lily wanted to say it back. But she held on to the words greedily, too caught in the habit of keeping herself a secret. And Peter—half sadly, half expectantly—let her go.
November 30, 2025 at 8:40 PM
“I miss you already,” he said. Tiger Lily wanted to say it back. But she held on to the words greedily, too caught in the habit of keeping herself a secret. And Peter—half sadly, half expectantly—let her go.
for some to live well is easy, a flea leaps and is unshocked by its flight. for others it’s harder and hardly seems worth doing.
November 30, 2025 at 5:40 PM
for some to live well is easy, a flea leaps and is unshocked by its flight. for others it’s harder and hardly seems worth doing.
And I felt lonely. I missed those voices. I missed the minds behind them. I wanted to be seen. That need dug into the heart of me.
November 30, 2025 at 2:41 PM
And I felt lonely. I missed those voices. I missed the minds behind them. I wanted to be seen. That need dug into the heart of me.
I can hide in words so long as I scatter them through my body; to read your letters is to gather flowers from within myself, pluck a blossom here, a fern there, arrange and rearrange them in ways to suit a sunny room.
November 30, 2025 at 11:40 AM
I can hide in words so long as I scatter them through my body; to read your letters is to gather flowers from within myself, pluck a blossom here, a fern there, arrange and rearrange them in ways to suit a sunny room.
I believe I am adding up to something.
November 30, 2025 at 8:40 AM
I believe I am adding up to something.
i could not be held responsible for desire. he could not be held at all.
November 30, 2025 at 5:40 AM
i could not be held responsible for desire. he could not be held at all.
i do only what comes naturally. obey my gut, pray at takeoffs never landings. mostly i look forward to sleep.
November 30, 2025 at 2:40 AM
i do only what comes naturally. obey my gut, pray at takeoffs never landings. mostly i look forward to sleep.